Well, I will try my luck. (He steps forward and bows comically to the audience.)
MÜLLER.
Why, what is Jackpudding doing in the peasant's room now?
SCHLOSS.
I suppose he wants to deliver a ridiculous monologue.
JACKPUD.
Pardon me if I make bold to say a few words which do not exactly belong to the play.
FISCHER.
Oh, you should keep perfectly quiet, we're tired of you even in the play; moreover, now so very—